Road Running

I remember my teens – a time when car engines were big and gas prices were small. Driving was for the sheer joy of moving asphalt under treads.

Then, I grew up and got a job that required me to drive many miles and cars got smaller and gas prices, well . . . driving lost some of its charm. When I retired, I was very happy to let my car sit in the driveway, un-started, for days at a time.

Well, today was more like the old days, except for the big engine, low gas prices, and joy . . . I made a nice round-trip through Philly to Ft. Dix (and I get to go back to Philly, tomorrow – another hundred miles one-way) . . . for my beloved family and for my very important volunteer job, so I guess there really is some joy.

Okay, after I have a nice long nap, I’m pretty sure there will be quite a bit of joy. Until I sleep, though, there’s just “Jeep Seat” and furry contact lenses.

 

Thanks, Dad, for the 16th birthday present! Soon, I’ll dream of you and the Goat, both now gone from me, but both remembered with reverence.